Eric Clapton softly sings, “I feel wonderful because I see the love-light in your eyes. And the wonder of it all is that you just don’t realize how much I love you.”

Bette Midler longingly sings, “Did you ever know that you’re my hero, and everything I would like to be?”

Paul McCartney soulfully sings, “Baby, I’m amazed at the way you love me all the time,
And maybe I’m afraid of the way I love you.”

Journey fervently sings, “And being apart ain’t easy on this love affair. Two strangers learn to fall in love again. I get the joy of rediscovering you. Oh girl, you stand by me. I’m forever yours, faithfully.”

Fleetwood Mac sensually sings, “This feeling follows me wherever I go. I never did believe in miracles, but I’ve a feeling it’s time to try. I never did believe in the ways of magic, but I’m beginning to wonder why.”

If you’re like me, when you listen to these songs, you long for love. You lose yourself. You transcend yourself. You remember moments of closeness to others. You feel connected. You reminisce. Perhaps you even cry.

Love leaves its mark. It softly and sweetly wounds, but it is worth it.

I wish that our relationship with God would be this way. I’ve found, at times, that I love God with the passion of Whitney or with the thrill of Fleetwood Mac. I know that God loves me like this, too–only all the time and so much more.